“Oh, man! Where’s that coming from?” Eric’s hand caught on the edge of his pocket as he tried to pull out his lighter. His first thought was the dog cut one from across the room. “Damn it, Duke! What’d you eat?”
Finally able to pull his hand free, Eric flipped his zippo open and breathed deep the purifying smell of fluid and burning ozone.
“What are you doing?”
Eric turned at hearing his wife’s voice. “Duke let one rip.”
“That’s the baby, genius.”
“Susie? But she’s still asleep.”
She shook her head. “I suppose you don’t fart in your sleep?”